A sudden change of heart

As the dusk of England gradually engulfed the small town of Bureyne, a profound tranquility washed over every corner. Under the street lamp, the shadow of Elvin Arthur was elongated on the cobblestone road. He followed the familiar path, moved lightly, driving towards the quiet Red Cherry Cake Shop.

The warm light from inside the shop spilled out from the windows, as if illuminating his path forward. The girl in his heart, Emily, was busily working inside the shop. She was dressed in a white apron, her blonde hair tied up at the back of her head, looking neat and tidy. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were filled with warmth and love. She had a slender figure, standing about 170 centimeters tall, tall and moderate, like a delicate lily.

Suddenly, Elvin Arthur gently embraced her from behind. Emily wasn't surprised, as if she knew this moment would come. She could hear a whisper in her ear: "Emily..." Her face turned slightly red, like cherries in spring, delicate and sweet. She pushed Elvin away, pretending to be angry and said: "What are you doing coming so late..." her voice had a hint of coquetry, but her eyes were filled with anticipation and joy.

As Elvin pulled Emily into his arms, kissing her lips, his eyes twinkled with a lover's tender glow. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, his voice soft as the night breeze, gently stirring her heartstrings: "You know, without you, my days are like mornings without sunshine." Hearing these words, Emily bashfully lowered her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a blush. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her face lit up with a hint of shy yet delighted smile.

The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder at the small wooden table inside the shop, surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked cakes. Elvin teased Emily, cutting a slice of cake, and said playfully, "Look, this cherry is like your smile, sweet and charming." Emily laughed in response: "Then you're just like this cake, tough on the outside, but full of warmth inside." As they bantered, Elvin's heart was filled with this sweetness.

Elvin pulled her into his arms and said softly: "You know, days without you are like mornings without sunlight." Hearing his words, Emily's face showed a shy yet joyful smile.

Emily looked out the window, casually locking the door, and closing the curtains. The starlight poured in, bright and quiet. She gently replied: "Elvin, days with you are like this small town, quiet and warm." Emily showed a longing, flirtatious look.

Elvin held Emily tightly, pressing her beneath him. He gently caressed Emily's cheek, removing Emily's apron. Emily cooperated, allowing Elvin to undress her.

Elvin held a large, soft, white sphere in each hand, kneading them continuously, transforming under his touch. Emily's moans were the best stimulant.

The intensity grew more and more violent and intense, making Emily feel a bit overwhelmed. Even her intoxicating cries became softer, but Emily's body was fully stretched now, and the stamina of her body brought her more excitement.

Kissing, caressing, with Elvin's continuous pounding, he reached down and felt the wetness on his hand. Elvin was filled with excitement, holding Emily's long legs on his shoulders, squeezing her body hard, causing her hot body to twist dramatically, the huge, surging waves were already changing shape.

Elvin continued to pound violently, each time with such force as if he wanted to penetrate Emily's hot body.

Emily kept panting, perhaps she didn't expect Elvin to bring her such a stormy night.

Emily became more sensitive and excited, even her panting became rapid.

Elvin felt Emily's changes, even felt her body's violent writhing and clamping, proving that Emily was in extreme excitement.

Elvin wildly thrust into Emily's sexy body. In this state of excitement, even his thoughts became debauched and wicked. This indulgent thought even turned into motivation, making him work harder on Emily beneath him.

Finally, at Emily's climax point, with her moans sounding like crying, Elvin finally erupted.

After all the passion passed, Elvin cleaned up after being intimate with Emily. After cleaning up, they kissed each other again, as if reluctantly saying goodbye.

Elvin sorted out his clothes, put on fitted jeans and a simple shirt. He walked out of the room, saying goodbye to Emily by the window. He walked to his motorcycle parked outside, a classic American heavyweight motorcycle. He put on his helmet, started the engine, and rode along the streets of the small English town towards home.

Emily watched his retreating figure, her eyes shimmering with anticipation. She replied, "See you tomorrow, Elvin. Remember, you still owe me a cherry cake story."

Stepping out of the shop, Elvin looked over at the motorcycle parked at the side of the road. It was a typical American heavy-duty bike, solid and powerful, just like his feelings for Emily. He buckled his helmet, started the engine, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared into the night of England, speeding along the cobblestone streets, leaving only a streak of rushing silhouette and his longing for Emily.

After Elvin left, a mysterious smile appeared on Emily's face. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously, as if she had just completed an important plan. Suddenly, she muttered a spell, the surrounding air began to ripple, and her figure gradually disappeared into thin air, as if taken away by magic.

As night fell, Erwin rode his motorcycle home. He was in a good mood, still immersed in the warm time he had just spent with Emily. However, when he looked up at the flickering lights of his home, an inexplicable unease welled up in his heart. Normally, the lights at home should be bright and steady at this time, but now they were flickering, as if sending him a dangerous signal.

When he pushed the door open, it swung open without resistance, as if expecting his arrival. The room was in a mess, apparently having gone through a fierce struggle. Alya Arthur, Erwin's mother, lay weakly on the ground in a pool of red blood. Erwin hurriedly rushed towards her, trying to provide support. Alya grabbed his hand tightly and whispered in a barely audible voice, "Erwin, run..."

Before her words ended, the sound of a broken window instantly disrupted the tranquility of the room, the fragments splattering everywhere, making a crisp sound as they landed. A tall, muscular creature squeezed in through the window, giving off a suffocating stench that made one shiver. Its two eyes gleamed red in the dark, full of bloodlust and ferocity. It had a pair of curved horns on its head, the irregular patterns on them gave a creepy feeling. With a face as terrifying as a wild boar, but walking on two feet like a human, it held long claws and charged fiercely at Erwin. Erwin was slammed against the wall, the strong impact rendering him immobile, his back felt as if it had been hit by a heavy object, causing unbearable pain, he was on the verge of losing consciousness. The tip of the long claw was already pointing at his chest. Through the dim light, one could see that its surface was full of barbs and blood stains, which was hair-raising.

"Erwin, run!" A figure stood between Erwin and the creature, it was his father, James Arthur. He grabbed the demon's hand with all his strength, his eyes gleaming with unyielding determination. "Go, hurry! Go find Margaret... remember, no matter what happens, stay strong!"

Erwin watched as his father was easily flung away by this demonic creature, feeling a great shock. The creature's power was beyond his imagination, it ignored James Arthur's resistance, turned around and approached Erwin, its fierce eyes glowing with a bloody red light.

"Your power, child, is not even a fraction of mine," the creature's voice, cold and cruel, emerged as if from the abyss. "Your father couldn't stop me, what can you do?"

Erwin was intimidated by the creature's fierce gaze and cold mockery. However, deep in his heart, courage was slowly rising. He suddenly remembered his mother's words, remembered Margaret. He began to frantically search in his pocket, and his hand finally touched a few items he had just received from Margaret—a small bronze box inscribed with strange runes, and a packet of herbs.

The small box seemed to be made from ancient metal, engraved with mysterious runes, its hard texture made him feel an ancient power. The packet of herbs gave off a unique aroma, as if hiding some mystical and powerful magic.

Not knowing what to do, but knowing that he must do something, Erwin threw the small box at the creature. The bronze box spun in the air, drawing a mysterious arc of light. Just as the creature was about to reach Erwin, the box suddenly burst into a strong light, swallowing the creature instantly.

At the same time, Erwin tore open the packet of herbs and quickly sprinkled it at the creature. The herbs burst into a strong fluorescence in the air.Night had fallen when Erwin returned home on his motorcycle. He was in a cheerful mood, still lost in the heartwarming time he had spent with Emily. However, when he looked up at the flickering lights of his house, an inexplicable unease filled his heart. Usually, the lights at home would be bright and steady at this time, but now they were flickering unpredictably, as if sending him a dangerous signal.

As he pushed open the door, it swung open effortlessly, as if anticipating his arrival. The room was in disarray, showing clear signs of a violent struggle. His mother, Aria Arthur, lay helplessly on the floor, drenched in a pool of red. Erwin rushed towards her, trying to provide support. Grasping his hand tightly, Aria whispered in a barely audible voice, "Erwin, run..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of a shattered window instantly disrupted the quiet room. Fragments flew around, landing on the floor with a crisp sound. A tall, muscular creature squeezed through the window, emitting a suffocating stench that sent shivers down the spine. Its eyes gleamed red in the darkness, filled with bloodlust and ferocity. It had a pair of curved horns on its head, the irregular patterns on them giving a sense of horror. Its face was as hideous as a boar's, yet it walked upright like a human and charged at Erwin with its long claws. Erwin was thrown against the wall, unable to move from the strong impact. He felt severe pain in his back as if he had been struck by a heavy object, and he nearly lost consciousness. The sharp tip of the claw was pointed at his chest, and under the dim light, he could see it covered with barbs and blood, making one shudder.

"Erwin, run!" A figure stepped between Erwin and the creature - it was his father, James Arthur. Using all his strength to hold the creature's hand, his eyes shone with unyielding determination. "Go, go now! Find Margaret... remember, whatever happens, stay strong!"

Erwin watched in shock as his father was flung away by the beast-like creature. Its strength was beyond his imagination, disregarding James Arthur's resistance and turning its attention to Erwin, its monstrous eyes glowed red.

"Your strength, child, is less than a fraction of mine," the creature's voice sounded like it crawled out of the abyss, cold and ruthless, "Your father couldn't stop me, how can you?"

Shaken by the ferocious gaze and cold mockery, Erwin felt fear. However, deep inside him, a sense of courage was slowly rising. He remembered his mother's words, and thought of Margaret. He began to fumble in his pocket, finally touching a few items he had recently received from Margaret - a small bronze box with strange symbols and a packet of herbs.

The box appeared to be made from an ancient metal, with mysterious symbols carved onto it. Its texture was hard, and he could feel an ancient power emanating from it. The packet of herbs emitted a unique fragrance, as if hiding a mysterious and powerful magic.

Unsure of what to do but knowing he must do something, Erwin threw the small box at the creature. The bronze box spun in the air, trailing a mysterious light. Just as the creature was about to touch Erwin, the box exploded with a bright light, engulfing the creature.

At the same time, Erwin tore open the packet of herbs, swiftly throwing them towards the monster. The herbs exploded into a brilliant glow in the air, exuding a mysterious and potent scent. The creature howled in pain and backed away several steps, as if harmed by the power within the herbs.

Seizing this opportunity, Erwin managed to escape, his father's final words echoing in his mind: "Find Margaret... remember, whatever happens, stay strong!" Amidst the unsettling quiet, Erwin Arthur climbed onto his motorcycle, heading quickly in the direction of Margaret's house. As the creature regained its senses, it began to chase him by the scent, but Erwin focused intently on driving the motorcycle, doing everything he could to escape the terrifying creature.

When Erwin arrived at his grandmother's house, he noticed that there was no sign of activity inside, causing him to feel uneasy. He tried knocking on the door, but there was no response. He hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to push the door open, only to find that the room was empty.

He walked through his grandmother's cottage, then ventured into the garden and nearby woods in search of her. However, he found nothing. He returned to the cottage to find that the items in the house seemed to have been subjected to some sort of impact, with some furniture irregularly strewn on the floor. The familiar scent of herbs lingered in the air, and he could even sense that the warmth of his grandmother was still present on the items. Yet, she was nowhere to be found, everything seemed like fragments of time cut apart.

Just as he was overwhelmed with confusion and didn't know what to do, his eyes fell on a mysterious box on the floor at the center of the cottage. He walked over, bent down, and picked up the box, his hand feeling the cold and heaviness of the box. The box was unlike anything he had ever seen before, it was simple and mysterious, like an artifact from another world.

He tried to unlock the secrets of the box, but no matter how he tried, the box remained an impregnable fortress. He tried pushing, rotating, and even forcefully hitting it, but the box remained closed and unmoving. Its presence troubled him, but also aroused his curiosity. This was the last thing his grandmother left, and it must hold some secrets about her. This box, like a puzzle, was waiting for him to unravel it. However, he was completely at a loss now, only holding onto this box filled with confusion and bewilderment.

In the unnerving silence, the echoes of the monster were getting closer. The box quietly lay in Erwin's hands, as if mocking his ignorance and fear. Looking at it, Erwin felt powerless and desperate. He didn't know what he should do, his heart was full of chaos and panic.

Suddenly, Erwin remembered his grandmother's words, "Erwin, the answers in life are often not given by others, but discovered by yourself. Remember, real wisdom is not in external things, but within yourself." Now, this sentence echoed in his heart, yet it became increasingly vague. Doubts filled his heart, and he didn't know how to seek those answers.

Just as Erwin was exhausted and about to give up, the box in his hand suddenly became hot. He reflexively let go, and the box gently landed on the ground, but unexpectedly, it slowly opened. Its interior lit up the entire room, like a miniature sun burning in his hands. Erwin was forced to step back by the intense light, and then, as the light gradually dissipated, a large portal appeared before him.

The portal shone brightly, its archway made of stars and moon guiding his gaze into another world. Although he could only see a portion of it, he could feel that it was a fantastic world beyond his comprehension. At the same time, he seemed to hear a faint call, familiar yet strange, as if coming from the depths of the world beyond the portal.

The sound of the monster breaking in reverberated in the air, Erwin took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his panic. He straightened his back, mustered up courage, and walked towards that unknown world. With each step, he felt closer to that world. Finally, he closed his eyes and stepped into the portal. Then, he felt as if he had been sucked into an immensely vast space, and the world beyond the portal unfolded before him.